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a little while."
The old man raised both his hands and then changed his mind, shrugged, and sat down again.
Will sat down and looked at Lyra. "What am I doing wrong?" he said.
He was when I was reading the alethiometer once when I was frightened, and maybe I was used to it by that time, I don't know, but I was still frightened all the time I was reading it. Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out."
His eyes closed briefly. His breathing slowed a little.
"All right," he said. "I'll try that."bloodstained, trembling, wild-eyed. He was living on the edge of his nerves: clenching his jaw, tapping his foot, breathing fast."It's your wound," she said. "You en't wrong at all. You're doing it right, but your hand won't let you concentrate on it. I don't know an easy way of getting around that, except maybe if you didn't try to shut it out.""What d'you mean?""Well, you're trying to do two things with your mind, both at once. You're trying to ignore the pain and close that window. I remember